HuaYu: A Great Director Starting with Dream of the Red Chamber

"That bastard Zhao Gang just called. Yamada reported our guy to Cannes!"

Zhang Qiang gripped the steering wheel and occasionally slammed his hand on the armrest box.

Li Yan, in the passenger seat, wasn't as excited as him.

After leaving the teacher's house, my senior dragged me home to take a shower and then forced a newly bought suit on me.

Feeling a bit sleepy, I yawned and said, "That's great news."

"It's more than just good news, it's Cannes!"

Zhang Qiang turned to look at him: "If we manage to bring back a lion, our company will be unstoppable in the industry!"

"Isn't that what should be done?" Li Yan raised an eyebrow.

"That old fox Yamada is cunning. If he doesn't praise the film to the skies, how can he prove to his superiors that he had good judgment in using us despite the opposition? He's just after his own interests."

"Hey kid, can't you show some of the energy of a young person?"

Zhang Qiang shook his head helplessly, "He looks so lifeless, like he's over forty even more than I am."

There's no way around it; I spent too much time in the world of fame and fortune in my past life, so I'm really not interested in these so-called gatherings.

Just like this salon today.

A sparkling crystal chandelier, and elaborate Baroque decorations.

Everywhere you look, you see flamboyant outfits and exaggerated smiles.

There's also a sweet, cloying smell of cigars, red wine, and various perfumes mixed together.

If the film and television industry still needs to wear the fig leaf of art, then the gay community is nothing but naked transaction.

There are far more tall, beautiful models than in the film and television industry.

They wore scantily clad gowns and held wine glasses, just like commodities.

She flaunted her assets without any restraint in front of the men who controlled the budget and the cameras.

It's like some kind of hidden currency, representing the value that leads to GG, covers, and screens.

He sometimes even thinks that models look quite like doctors.

Most of the time, people view the physical body as some kind of prop, or rather, an inanimate object.

The only difference is that one focuses on oneself, while the other focuses on others.

……

As soon as Li Yan stepped into the banquet hall, he became the center of attention.

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Li!"

"Isn't that Director Li, who directed 'Let Me Stay'? He's truly a young talent!"

"Director Li, I'm the creative director at Dentsu. We definitely need to collaborate sometime..."

Li Yan put on a polite fake smile and skillfully dealt with the greetings and toasts from various people.

Soon, his pockets were stuffed with colorful business cards.

There are also room keys.

"Director Li~ I'm Vicky. We met before, do you remember?"

A young model in a low-cut dress approached with a wine glass, almost hanging on Li Yan's arm, her gaze even more intense than Yang Mi's.

Li Yan lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over them politely.

The deep ravine descends, and you can vaguely see... a waist chain?!

He withdrew his arm without changing his expression.

Yes, he does look familiar.

I've saved this before, but I'm not wearing as much as I am today.

"Miss Vicky has a very good foundation, whether it's two-dimensional or... three-dimensional."

Li Yan made a joke that was typical of people in the industry, and amidst the surprised look on the other person's face, he turned and slipped into the crowd.

This level of appetizer is unlikely to catch his eye.

The red sofa is much wilder than this.

Ever since he finished talking with the two teachers, his mind has been filled with the storyboard of "The Tuner".

I really have no interest in dealing with these little models who would do anything to squeeze you into their bodies for a few dozen seconds of screen time as supporting characters.

Finding a relatively quiet corner, Li Yan threw himself onto the soft sofa.

Before I could even catch my breath, I felt a slight softness beside me, and a strong yet pleasant fragrance wafted over.

"Senior brother, why are you hiding here? So many people outside are eagerly waiting for you."

Her voice was a little husky, which sounded very sexy.

Li Yan turned his head to look.

She's a beautiful woman with a slightly larger frame.

She has thick lips, big waves in her hair, and striking features.

Katsura.

The future ex-wife of the sprinter should still be a freshman at the Central Academy of Drama at this time.

However, judging from her outfit and her confident demeanor just now, she has clearly already connected with the boss of Moko and is doing very well in the modeling industry.

"It's too noisy," Li Yan lazily sipped his wine. "I'm not like the beautiful Ge, who's always the center of attention wherever she goes."

"Be poor."

Ge Tian wasn't angry and crossed his legs.

The dark blue silk skirt slipped down, revealing a large section of her firm, fair legs.

She turned slightly to the side, resting her elbow on her knee, supporting her chin, creating an alluring curve, and stared intently at Li Yan:

"Senior, you're amazing! One short film made Yang Mi a true 'first love' face. Do you have a suitable role for your junior sister in your next project?"

She leaned closer, extended her finger, and gently traced a circle on the back of Li Yan's hand:

"My junior sister is cheap and obedient, good in bed but not clingy, and... always available whenever I call."

He spoke very bluntly, but his expression was nonchalant, like a joke between buddies.

Unlike those heavily made-up, flashy, and cheap women, she's definitely a high-level player.

Li Yan smiled and withdrew his hand:

"Sure, I'll contact you if I find any roles with a femme fatale character. I'll definitely give you special treatment."

Ge Tian sat up straight, not annoyed at all. Instead, he gently kicked Li Yan's shin with his toe and said reproachfully:

"You're the one who's vicious! Our relationship as fellow disciples isn't enough for a pure and innocent female lead?"

"Look," Li Yan began to spout nonsense with a straight face again.

"Female leads are usually ugly ducklings who turn into swans; there has to be a contrast. A stunning beauty like you who outshines everyone the moment she appears is a born villainous supporting character. You don't even need to act to stand there..."

"Get lost, you're just trying to fool me!"

Ge Tian smiled and gave him a push, her eyes full of seductive charm.

She knew Li Yan was playing dumb, but she wasn't in a hurry.

If you manage to strike up a conversation and build a rapport in this setting, you've achieved your goal for the night.

After chatting for a few more minutes, it seemed that someone else was about to come over.

Li Yan got up, intending to say goodbye to his senior brother and leave first.

My gaze inadvertently swept over a Roman column by the door, and I stopped in my tracks.

A girl wearing a bright silver strapless dress stood there.

An extremely delicate exotic face, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and very fair skin.

Gulinaza.

At this point, she should have just started working as a model in Yanjing, and hadn't signed with Tang Ren yet, nor had she taken the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy.

Li Yan stopped not entirely because of her beauty.

But this "face-obsessed king" looks a bit... funny right now...

She was trying hard to straighten her back, holding a glass of red wine, striking what she thought was a very charming and elegant pose.

His eyes darted around, glancing about erratically.

Like a mediocre actor trying to appear composed.

Perhaps they've been in that position for too long.

Just as Li Yan looked over, she seemed to want to change to a more charming pose.

As a result, her high heels tipped over, and she cried out in pain.

He staggered and almost spilled the whole glass of wine.

She hurriedly grabbed the pillar beside her and looked around nervously.

Finding that no one was paying attention, he quickly straightened his chest and tucked in his stomach, casually flicking his hair.

He put on a "I'm very aloof" expression again.

"..."

Li Yan almost burst out laughing.

Is this what they mean by "having nothing but a face"?

It's perfect as a top-of-the-line vase!